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’I hope you found her quite well. I had
barely time to speak to her myself.’

‘Yes, she was very well. This is a sad
thing about her father.’

‘Very sad,’ said Johnny. Perhaps
the major had heard about the accusation for the first
time today, and was going to find an escape on that
plea. If such was the case, it would not be so
well to be particularly civil.

‘I believe Mr Crawley is a cousin of yours?’
said the major.

‘His wife is my mother’s first-cousin.
Their mothers were sisters.’

‘She is an excellent woman.’

’I believe so. I don’t know much
about them myself—­that is, personally.
Of course I have heard of this charge that has been
made against him. It seems to me to be a great
shame.’

’Well, I can’t exactly say that it is
a shame. I do not know that there has been anything
done with a feeling of persecution or of cruelty.
It is a great mystery, and we must have it cleared
up if we can.’

‘I don’t suppose he can have been guilty,’
said John.

’Certainly not in the ordinary sense of the
word. I heard all the evidence against him.’

‘Oh, you did?’

‘Yes,’ said the major. ’I
live near them in Barsetshire, and I am one of his
bailsmen.’

‘Then you are an old friend, I suppose?’

’Not exactly that; but circumstances made me
very much interested about them. I fancy that
the cheque was left in his house by accident, and
that it got into his hands he didn’t know how,
and that when he used it he thought it was his.’

‘That’s queer,’ said Johnny.

‘He is very odd, you know.’

‘But it’s a kind of oddity that they don’t
like at assizes.’

‘The great cruelty is,’ said the major,
’that whatever may be the result, the punishment
will fall so heavily upon his wife and daughters.
I think the whole county ought to come forward and
take them by the hand. Well, good-bye. I’ll
drive on, as I’m a little in a hurry.’

‘Good-bye,’ said Johnny. ’I’m
very glad to have had the pleasure of meeting you.’
‘He’s a good sort of fellow after all,’
he said to himself when the gig had passed on.
’He wouldn’t have talked in that way if
he meant to hang back.’

CHAPTER XXXII

MR TOOGOOD

Mr Crawley had declared to Mr Robarts, that he would
summon no legal aid to his assistance at the coming
trial. The reader may, perhaps, remember the
impetuosity with which he rejected the advice on this
subject which was conveyed to him by Mr Robarts with
all the authority of Archdeacon Grantly’s name.
‘Tell the archdeacon,’ he had said, ’that
I will have none of his advice.’ And then
Mr Robarts had left him, fully convinced that any
further interference on his part could be of no avail.
Nevertheless, the words which had then been spoken
were not without effect. This coming trial was